Locked by the gaze of the Giant King, Jiang Fan shuddered.
He felt as if he had sunk into a quagmire, unable to move a finger.
Life was like a flame in the wind, about to be extinguished in the next moment.
Looking at the remaining five Great Yin Sect traitors, Jiang Fan sighed helplessly.
He thought he could kill all the traitors before his death, to at least gain something.
But unfortunately, the Giant Emperor gave him no chance.
The Great Yin Sect Master was full of a fierce smile: "Jiang Fan! You exhausted all your means and strategies."
"In the end, isn't it a dead end?"
"Take a good look at your surroundings, this is the last time you will look at this world!"
Jiang Fan remained silent.
Silently waiting for death.
In front of the Giant Emperor, any means were redundant.
But unexpectedly to him.
His body suddenly relaxed, regaining his power of movement.
This made Jiang Fan slightly stunned, looking at the Giant Emperor in surprise.
